Passing on the Memories

So, I was standing in the kitchen prepping to make a pizza together with the kids. (One of our favorite things to do together as a family). My son comes up to me after using the restroom with the latest copy of “Plane and Pilot” Magazine in his hands (yes, my four year old son already knows how to sit on the “Can” and read magazines. Thanks Hubs for that one!) and pointing at the cover he asks me, “Mommy, what kind of plane is this?” I look at the blue prop plane and think out loud, HMMM, well, it looks like an older plane, World War II, I think it maybe German, No, it cannot be”(I knew it in my gut), but I so distinctly remember hearing the word “Spitfire” being said in a loud German accent. Wait a minute it is BRITISH!! That is right… I think it is a Spitfire son. (Too many world war two movies with dad). I thought to myself, ” So that is why I thought German when I saw the plane”. You see, when an enemy plane would come their way they would point and yell in their thick German accents, “SSH-PIT-FI-ARE!” (at least in all of the movies I saw that is what they did). The Germans feared this plane and it was a close adversary to the Messerschmitt, both awesome planes of their time.

Anyways, I laughed to myself that here I was a mother making pizza with her kids and I’m rattling off World War Two planes to my 4 year old son (not the norm I know). But having an Aviator for a father and someone who I constantly remember looking to the skies with as a child kind of puts this oddity into perspective I suppose. We would watch a plane go bye and he would rattle off the name of the plane or the type of plane it was. I never really gave it much thought growing up. It was just the norm for us to go flying and constantly watching literally hundreds of war documentaries and old dog fight movies. (My earliest memory of my 1st war movie was, “Tora! Tora! Tora!”) This strong sense of history was truly my father’s passion. Something he has loved for longer than I can even remember. It really had me in deep thought. This was something that he shared with me almost daily and really in a sense something he passed on to me.
I was talking to a friend of mine the other day and we were discussing life when we were single. How unattractive it was when we would meet a date and after talking and getting to know them finding out that they had no real passion for anything. It was just so Unattractive. Every person should have some sort of passion for something. For myself it is horses and well, flying. A torch (so to speak) passed on from my father. A fire that burned in his heart hot enough to start one not only in my own but in my son’s heart as well. He just loves planes and he is only four (of course in our family it is something quite encouraged).

I just hope that whatever your passion is that it burns deep within you and radiates to others. A passion is not only something to hold dear but something that we can also share so freely with others. So whatever your passion may be make sure to share it and keep the fire burning to inspire those around you. My father did this for me and I could not begrateful enough. He has shared with me such a rich source of military history and pride that I too can pass on to my children. Thanks Dad!

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